Lyrics:
Buried in the sand.
Far away from all my fears they’re all,
Deep inside their graves.
Ra.
Anubis.
In a five-faced grave, which I built for them.
(Wait
A wealthy squire lived in our town;
he was a man of very high renown.
He had a daughter, a beauty bright,
and the name he called her was his Heart's
in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come
in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come
in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come
voice,
Has strayed them all away
Diseased and misdirected,
With the poison in their veins
Will I get out alive?
Is this my final day?
I can't live
Sake
Hey Hey Let's Get Together
Hey Hey Let's Get Together
Old Man Buried Yesterday
No One Around To Even Pray
Young Girl Looked Into The Grave
Saw
And buried six foot deep
You test my head
Pretend to hurt
You leaving me in peace is all I need to heal to feel
Finding something real
Into the grave you go
up in heaven tell God I need his help. I'm surrounded by
these demons and I'm fightin by myself
This Pain is on my.. pain is all my pain is on my
Buried
As they are flatlined
Hear the sound of flatline
Cutting cords and feel fine
Flatlined all by my hand
Dying like it’s all planned
gets tough, the toughest thing is going harder
But we going hard 'till our daughters penetrate doors in Harvard
Not bothered by any negativity
between my lips
But the lil' homies always kept the endo lit
Too concerned for all my whereabouts
And houses that I lived
Robbing niggas in the struggle
We
Just as I was your past
I am like the cockroach I was built to last
Gonna fuck all of your daughters
Gonna murder all of your sons
Washing you down,
Voiceless one, how articulate you've become
I heard your cries were cremated
They buried you in a grave
Decorated, desecrated, spray painted
I won't cut
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
She was daughter of chief
He was known as a thief
But they fell in love with eachother
Secret tryst under cover of nights
They made vows
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
Truth be told, I'm sick of living in this world
I'm picturing my girl and she pregnant with my son
We living in a house on the hills close to the sun
Away by the waters so blue
The ladies were winding their way
While Pharaoh's little daughter went down to the water
To bathe in the cool of the day
couldn't beat you
Buried him in molten soil
Broken chains to higher places
Than I choose to toil
I will help you gain momentum
Soaring heights are waiting
how you act when you pull back all them curtains?
Do he think I'm 2Pac 'cause I'm black and put them works in?
Does he know his daughter might have
the weak
Even if the situation is bleak
We as the militant
Guarding memories of loved ones
We all see them in innocents
The spotless daughters and sons
were here all along
It's too late to move on
Brace yourself for the wave, you've run out of time
As you head to your grave, don't stand in
hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us,
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